Jade Unicorn Ch 01

What better place to start than with our main character, Jade, losing her virginity to Elroy, a (slightly) older student with much greater experience? Each of these chapters are stand alone, written purely as stroke stories. Should they give you as much enjoyment as they gave me writing them, please leave me a comment and rate them accordingly. - ek

"Shhh…shhh…" I gently pressed my hands against the top of her thighs.

She looked past them, her teeth tugging at her lower lip.

"Lift up for me a little so I can get these down."

Her eyes darted to my face, a mixture of need and shyness.

"It's okay…right? You want me to. You want to."

She closed her eyes, lifting herself up to let me peel her underwear slowly down, revealing the top of her pubic triangle.

I paused, watching her face. She opened her eyes, confused that I had stopped.

I smiled gently before continuing to reveal the strands of dark hair that barely covered her skin.

Slowly, ever so slowly I pulled them down, past the flare of her hips, the waistband dragging across her mound, the hair thickening but never dense enough to fully obscure her skin.

"Oh god," she whispered.

I nodded, and paused again, the underwear a thin line just across the juncture of her lips. "I can smell how turned on you are."

She closed her eyes and turned away, a blush blossoming on her cheeks.

"No…shhh…" I gently touched her chin to turn her back. "That's nothing to be ashamed of. Your arousal is a complement. You deserve to be aroused. Watch me. I'm watching you."

She shifted her arms, her shoulders, adjusting her head on the pillow, getting more comfortable so she could see me, her teeth still worrying her bottom lip.

I slipped my fingers between the fabric and her outer thighs, her skin, that wonderfully caramel colored skin, warm and soft, continuing to strip her, sliding the material across her legs, her knees and down to her toes, leaving it dangling off one foot.

She had pressed her legs together, at first to help, but then because that's what she had been taught.

Good girls don't open their legs.

But she wasn't being good right now.

I returned my hands to the tops of her thighs, my palms lightly pressing out, until she relaxed and let me spread her legs. Her lips were full, darker than her mound, revealing a thin line of moisture glistening in the dim light.

"I've never done this…" she whispered, looking at me studying her.

I looked up from her sex and raised an eyebrow. "Done…what, exactly?" So many ways I could have gone:

been fucked by a near stranger you've only met a few days ago? Been stripped in your own bedroom by a boyfriend? Had a man study your dripping cunt?

But I behaved myself, counting five heartbeats.

She raised her arms and waved them at her waist. "This," she said, a catch in her voice.

"I assume you're a virgin," I asked, perhaps more clinically than I intended. I watched her face nod slightly as I gently pushed against the inside of her knees, bringing her feet onto the covers, spreading her vulva wide open. She couldn't hide now. She was bare; exposed, maybe more than she'd been with her doctors. I reached for her wrist and had her hold the back of her thigh, repeating the invitation with her other hand. She spread herself open, waiting, watching as I studied her.

"Do you want me to remove your top?" I had intentionally left it on, knowing she'd feel more exposed half-covered. Now, asking gave her a sense of control, but in asking, she had to consider her answer, and no matter what she chose, she had to contend with the degree, and quality, of her exposure.

Her vulva crinkled a little, the line of moisture thickening before flattening back against her inner labia.

"No…? Yes…?" She pulled her legs closer to her ribs, as if to hug herself, realizing she was only opening wider for me.

I laughed, not unkindly I hoped, questioning her with my eyes.

"Yes. Please."

"You're so polite," I complemented her, reaching for the top button of her shirt. "Let me tell you what you look like. You've never seen yourself like this have you?"

She licked her lips and shook her head, glancing between my face and down to between her legs.

I undid the next button. "Your clit is pushing against its hood. It's a lightish pink at the top, and a deeper tone near its base." I stopped with her shirt and turned my attention to her other button. She gasped when I pulled her hood aside to get a better look. "Yes, it's definitely darker at the bottom. Your outer lips are quite swollen, also deep red, but reversed: they are dark at their edges and brighter where they join your skin at their base."

She gasped again, her pelvis rotating slightly as I gently squeezed her right outer labia, and let it go, two or three times. It was warm, and slightly rough to my touch. I really wanted to take it between my teeth and gently bite it, but I held off. I squeezed the other one and watched her pull up again in response.

"Your inner labia are much darker, but thinner and crinkly, and the entrance to your vagina is bright pink, almost white, with quite a bit of liquid oozing out. Here, I'll show you."

I reached for my phone.

"Oh, god, no, please, you're not…" she moaned as she watched me bring up the camera, but she didn't let go.

"Here," I turned the screen to her. "You're absolutely beautiful down there. This is what arousal looks like…and smells like," I dipped my head closer and inhaled deeply.

She exhaled heavily, her eyes studying herself.

I set down the phone and returned to undressing her.

"In a moment, you'll be completely naked, and I'll begin to play with you. If we're lucky, you'll have an orgasm, and then you'll be nice and return the favor. Will this be the first time you've had someone else get you off?"

She watched my hands as they peeled her shirt away from her belly and ribs, exposing her bra. She nodded again, and again started chewing on her lower lip. "I mean," she croaked. She cleared her throat. "I mean I don't know if I've ever gotten off, with anyone…or alone," she finished in a whisper.

"But you've had boyfriends, right?" I smiled seeing the bra had a front clasp.

Why? Did she always go out dressed like this, are they just more convenient, or did she do it specially for tonight?

I undid her bra and pulled the cups away from her breasts, letting them spill out.

"Yeah," she said inhaling at the air hitting her nipples, her eyes looking to see any judgement.

"Your breasts are beautiful, Jade, like the rest of you. And? Did you give them head or just hand jobs?" I pressed my hands lightly against her nipples, rubbing her breasts, feeling her areolas crinkle.

"I've only given a BJ once, and I'm not sure I did a good job." She jerked a little when I played with her nipples.

"Does that feel good when I do that?"

She nodded and closed her eyes.

"And how about this?" I slid my finger across her clit and into her.

"OH! Fuck! Oh god, yes!"

*-*-*-*

I noticed her almost the first time I got into the cafeteria line. She was moving fast, doing all the things to keep a busy lunch rush on track, but I couldn't get a good sense of her until the next time, when she was working the line. Then she was standing still, and I knew immediately I needed to get to know her.

It wasn't hard; when I asked if she wanted to grab a coffee, she barely hesitated, her eyes widening slightly, her gaze traveling down and up.

And the second "date," for a beer, when she admitted she wasn't in a "serious" relationship, until a dinner date, still informal, when I probed a little further, and she loosened up over a bottle of wine.

"Would you like to continue this at your place or mine?" I paid the check, watching the gears turn.

It would be safer at my place

, I could hear her thinking,

but where are my roommates tonight?

And,

how far will we go?

She stared at me and said, "mine, but don't judge me."

*-*-*-*

And now, stripped bare, holding herself open to me, revealing her inexperience, her need, her vulnerability; she wanted it so badly and she had struggled to come to terms with it. At least that's what I'd learned as we talked on the way over to her studio apartment (okay, no roommates). Not that she'd come right out and said it, at first; she talked around the subject: her siblings, her parents, the town she'd lived her entire life in before coming to university. Sheltered, but not repressed. Inexperienced, but not ignorant.

But then she talked about her studies, how she was in her last semester of a five-year run, and she had decided to learn more about "generational differences in sexuality." She being one generation, and others, like me I guess, a different generation. But I wasn't all that much older than her, so that was funny to me. It was a diary study, she called it, with her "1st person perspective providing a critical lens."

Definitely smart. A double-major in Art History and Social Anthropology or something or other, pursuing a Masters or two Masters. Whatever. It sounded like a lot. The cafeteria job part of a work-study…so, paying her way. Folks were supportive but she would be the first to graduate with a degree. Or two. Or three. I couldn't quite figure it out.

How can someone be so smart, and so inexperienced?

I had to keep reminding myself she was a newbie, and that meant 'hills and valleys' as my ex used to say. Super smart in some ways, super-naïve in others.

"Would you be more comfortable letting your feet down?" My middle finger was buried deep into her, rubbing against the underside of her clit. Her eyes were closed, her arms wrapped around the back of her knees, her channel grabbing me, the quiet squelching in competition with her mewling.

Her eyes snapped open as my thumb lightly stroked the ridges around her anus.

"No…ugnnh…oh fuck..oh fuck…I mean…yesss."

She let go of her legs, her feet dropping off the end the bed, trapping my finger against her vaginal wall. She moaned, spreading her legs as wide as she could, her pelvis pushing against me.

I could see she was struggling with her hands. She had them against her mound, and then her stomach, and then her sides.

"Here," I suggested, "put them under your cheeks. You'll be more comfortable that way."

Comfortable. By giving me more control; by relinquishing more choice. By allowing me to bring you to a climax.

She'd opened up over that bottle of wine, dropping hints as we'd chatted: her relationships had been unsatisfying, the boys she'd been with were just that—boys. And she felt a clock ticking; she had no intention of getting married, but she felt 'a primal urge to experience raw sex.'

Hmmm.

And to document it. I was skeptical; it sounded like she'd avoided all the opportunities of college, realizing before it was almost too late that she hadn't gotten laid enough. But if she had chosen me to catch her up, I'd do my best!

"I'm going to kiss you," I telegraphed, "and then we're going to bring you to a royal climax." I stared into her eyes until our lips met, her eyes closing as I pressed against her, my tongue pushing into hers, my fingertip pushing against her.

She moaned into me, pressing her breasts against my sweater. I kept her there, lingering in the kiss, my finger exploring the spot that gave her the most sensation. When I found it, I held firm, applying more pressure, feeling her pelvis pushing against me, small noises coming from her throat.

I pulled from the kiss, keeping her pithed on my fingertip, staring at her face until she opened her eyes, questioning me through a growing fog, out of focus, but begging for more.

"No, no, no, ohhh, fuck, fuck fuck, Oh!"

I slid my finger out, slowly, ever so slowly, feeling her vagina gripping me, her thighs trying to stop me. I slipped it back in, my thumb playing with her hair. She moaned and pushed against me. Out again, her eyes pleading with me. And then in, more squelching sounds. And again. And again.

"Oh please, no no no, please keep doing that, no no no!"

"Shhh…shh…it's okay…here, take my finger."

I brought it to her lips, shiny and wet. She shook her head, her face screwing up, her eyes crossing.

"You've never tasted yourself?"

She shook her head again.

"You don't want to try?" I rested the tip against her lips and felt her relax for a heartbeat, all the sign I needed. Sliding it between them, I coated her lips until she opened her mouth and let me wipe her tongue, rolling one side and then the other. She couldn't stop herself from sucking on it, looking at me, wondering how she could be doing it, even as her arousal, and her need to gain experience, pushed her to suck harder.

"And now my turn."

I kept her sucking on my finger as I dipped between her legs. She moaned when I planted light kisses against one inner thigh, across her mound, and down the other, avoiding her clit and her inner vulva.

"Has anyone gone down on you before?"

She shook her head, dragging my finger with her movements.

"Mmm," I mumbled appreciatively, "their loss for sure. You look, and smell, good enough to eat."

She arched her back as my tongue licked from the back of her slit up to her clit, stopping shy of it, and then down again. Back and forth, lapping her juices, her mouth expressing her need by sucking harder on my finger with every cycle.

Taking first one labia between my teeth and then the other, I gently pulled, stretching her open, then letting go.

She opened her mouth involuntarily, letting go of my finger when I enveloped her labia with my lips, sucking gently and probing her entrance with my tongue.

"Hnnh, goddd, hnnhh, no, oohhh, ffcckk hnhh," she'd become incomprehensible, responding to my different explorations with short puffs of breath and little yelps. It was my typical approach: explore and experiment to see what made my partner tick. Something worked and she stiffened.

"Oh my fucking godddd!" She pushed against me and held there grinding as I repeated the motion over and over. "Fuck! FUCK! Yes yesyesyesyes hnhnhn gghgn fccck!"

Her words deteriorated into babbling, her hands slid out from under her to push against the back of my head, pinning me against her opening.

I stopped, relaxing away, her hands struggling to make me start again. I pulled back and kissed her thighs again, bringing my hands down to press against her legs, spreading her further.

I looked at her face as I slowly slipped first one, and then a second finger into her vagina; she was slack-jawed, her eyes staring back through me, a hundred feet behind my head.

And I moved my mouth back down, sucking her lips back in, my fingers finding that same spot that same response. She stiffened and held my head again, but now my fingers moved against that spot, slowly and with more pressure than my tongue could do.

"OH GOD!!! What's happening to me??!!!"

I kept it up, feeling her juices slide through my fingers, her vagina crimping, her back tensing, and she let out a long keening moan, her hands falling from my head.

"You're cumming, Jade. That's what's happening."

But I knew she wasn't done. I gave her a few heartbeats to dwell in the endorphins flooding her brain, the glow moving through her, and then lowered my lips to her clit, hot, erect and sensitive.

"OHFUCK!!! Nonononoohhohhohhgoodddd ohgodohgodnono stop oh fuck godstopnonononyes Yes YES!!! FUCK YESSSSS!!!!

Everything happened all at once: she stiffened even tauter, her buttocks almost lifting from the bed, her fingers clawed into my hair, and she let down a flood of juices. I kept lightly suctioning her stiff nubbin, my tongue barely grazing its tip, and she exploded, her thighs clamping around my head, her abs cramping, her vagina clamping my fingers until she pushed my head away.

"Holyfuckandallthatissacred!" She nearly shouted, her body a loose rag, her breath ragged exhales, as if she'd been running, unintelligible sounds forced in hoarse whispers.

Grinning, I sat back on the floor and stared between her legs, her pussy a hot mess: drooling and red, her lips splayed open, her clit, shrunken now, a tiny bump beneath its sheath. I watched her breathing, the tops of her nipples rising and falling behind her matted black pubic hair.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," she groaned to the ceiling. "Is that what everyone is talking about?"

I waited, watching her vagina drool, her skin returning to its caramel brown, her breathing shifted to a light snore. I stood up and slipped my clothes off, my cock thick at half mast, and then I quietly curled onto the bed, lying half on her, my fingers playing with her nipples, rousing her from her stupor. I rubbed my thigh against her cleft, wet and juicy.

"Good?" I brought my mouth to hers, not giving her the option, smearing her lips with her cum, my tongue diving in between them. I pulled out and stared at her. "Do me a favor, yeah?"

She raised her eyebrows.

"Clean my mouth with yours, like you are a kitten washing me."

She hesitated, but only for an eye blink, reaching her hands to bring my face closer, laving my chin, and lips, and cheeks, sucking my nose into her mouth. She wrapped one leg around my waist, her wetness painting my thigh.

"Thank you," she whispered. "I've never had a guy do that…" she giggled. "

I've

never done anything like that."

I nodded, rubbing her body, letting fingernails dance against her breasts, her belly and across her mound.

"Raw sex…at your cervix…anytime." I smiled.

*-*-*-*

The first thing that I noticed about her was her eyes—they were intelligent and good humored. The second thing I noticed was her skin—a golden brown I'd never seen before, smooth and…lustrous. I knew I needed to kiss it and stroke it.

And only then did I notice her face and figure. I almost didn't care what she looked like (but she was cute), or her figure (well proportioned, with nice breasts and a tight behind).

Pixie

, popped up—her hair, dark brown, cut to frame her face.

"When was the last time someone told you you were cute?"

I knew she was ready, without my flirting. It wasn't just the wine; she'd been sending me signals since our second date, and her revelation a moment ago—her need for first hand experience. I was just starting a little foreplay.

She giggled, embarrassed. "Stop it."

"That's not an answer. When?"

She lowered her head and looked at me through her eyebrows. "About a year ago…" she practically whispered it.

"Well, either you're not interested, or you're dating the wrong guys, cuz you are more than cute. You're flaming hot."

Her face reddened and she waved me away, her eyes squinting her skepticism.

*-*-*-*

"Thank

you

," I reciprocated. "I mean it when I said 'anytime.' I would eat you anytime." I continued to play with her skin, feeling its silkiness. "And now it's your turn."

She watched as I rolled off the bed and stood up, her eyes staring at my cock, not quite at full mast, before glancing at my face. "What do you want me…do you want to f…I'm not sure I'm ready…?"

I laughed again, my hands inviting her to sit up. "Not tonight, Jade, no." I brought her cheek against the top of my thigh, her eyes level with my growing erection. "You can use your hands. And if you want to try, your mouth." I stroked her cheek, my fingers playing with her ear and hair. "Later, or whenever you're ready, when you want this cock between your legs, we'll make that happen."

She reached her hand up to grab my shaft, slowly stroking it, watching as it thickened and grew. I let her play, seeing her study me.

"You've never really done this, have you..?"